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PSALMS 

OF  THE 

HEAFkT   RESTORED 
JEAN  PAFkKE 


THE  LIBRARY 

OF 

THE  UNIVERSITY 
OF  CALIFORNIA 

LOS  ANGELES 


PSALMS  OF  THE  HEART 
RESTORED 


PSALMS 

OF  THE 

HEART  RESTORED 


By 
JEAN  PARKE 


NEW  YORK 

TEMPLE  SCOTT 
1919 


Copyright,  1919.  by  Jean  Park* 


PROEM 


psalms  which  comprise  this  volume  are  the 
record  of  articulate  gratitude  overheard  within 
the  fastness  of  the  soul — Gratitude  for  a  sublime 
vision  of  creation  as  forever  perfect  within  the 
creative  intention  of  the  God  of  Genesis,  in  every  point  true 
to  the  divine  origin,  or  original  concept,  and  revealing 
throughout  the  fashioning  of  God's  fine  touch — Gratitude 
for  a  vision  which,  rising  apparently  from  the  Valley  of  the 
Shadow,  included  perfect  healing  and  transfiguration  for 
my  own  consciousness. 

After  long  solitary  contemplation  of  this  immaculate 
revelation  of  the  perfect  oneness  of  the  individual  with 
inexhaustible  Life,  I  heard,  or  overheard,  my  Soul  speak 
thus  to  its  Source,  in  thanksgiving  for  its  refreshment  and 
restoration. 

As  songs  singing  themselves,  they  were  addressed  to 
separate  concepts  of  universal  perfection,  as  though  to 
angels  which  had  had  charge  over  me  to  keep  me  in  all  my 
ways.  All  of  them  came  in  their  present  form  complete, 
but  although  I  began  to  record  them  at  once,  two  months  of 
constant  quiet  and  concentration  were  required  to  inscribe 
them  all.  This  effort,  while  serene  in  itself,  automatically 
shut  me  off  from  all  other  consciousness. 

The  writing  seemed  inexorable,  as  though  it  were  a  part 
of  the  establishing  of  that  vision  of  immortality  through 
which  I  had  received  perfect  health  and  freedom.  If 
through  their  publication,  these  poems  serve  another  purpose, 
that  purpose  might  be  to  offer,  as  subject  for  contemplation, 
sixteen  concepts  of  wholeness,  in  whose  likeness  the  reader 
may  re-create  himself.  All  may  be  used  as  'Etudes'  for  the 
"practice  of  the  presence  of  God." 

J.P. 


CONTENTS 

1.  THOU  SOURCE  AND  GOAL. 

2.  THOU  MAJESTY  OF  MIND. 

3.  THOU  MAJESTY  OF  SILENCE. 

4.  THOU  MAJESTY  OF  LIFE. 

5.  THOU  MAJESTY  OF  ABUNDANCE. 

6.  THOU  MAJESTY  OF  LIGHT. 

7.  THOU  MAJESTY  OF  LOVE. 

8.  THOU  MAJESTY  OF  BEAUTY. 

9.  THOU  MAJESTY  OF  TRUTH. 

10.  THOU  MAJESTY  OF  SOLITUDE. 

11.  THOU  MAJESTY  OF  HARMONY. 

12.  THOU  MAJESTY  OF  PERFECTION. 

13.  UNCONDITIONAL  SURRENDER. 

14.  OF  ARMS  DISCARDED. 

15.  REFRESHMENT  ETERNAL. 

16.  JOY  AND  FINALITY. 


FOR  ME  is 

No  FITNESS  BUT  BEAUTY, 
No  HEALTH  BUT  HOLINESS, 
No  CONSCIOUSNESS  BUT  PEACE. 

I  HAVE  NO  CHOICE. 


INTROIT 

Who  will  help  me  bear  my  lot? 

Who  will  bear  with  me  transfigured? 

I  have  gazed  upon  the  new  heaven, 

Who  will  help  me  gaze  upon  the  new  earth? 


THOU  SOURCE  AND  GOAL 


^H  thou  Source  and  Goal  of  my  endurance! 
I  have  survived  only  as  Joy  and  Gratitude. 
I  thought  to  come  before  thee  as  a  singer, 
But  I  perceive  that  I  am  only  a  song, — 
A  song  thou  did'st  breathe  forth  at  the 
tender  dawn  of  creation, 
In  the  joy  of  thy  work,  in  the  fresh  rapture  of  thy  fair 

undertaking — 

A  song  thou  hast  held  safe  forever  in  thy  effulgent  memory, 
Liquid,  pure,  and  true  as  when  the  morning  stars  sang 

together 

Before  its  intervals  were  slurred  and  its  meanings  blurred 
By  the  careless  rendering  of  lower  worlds. 
Oh  master  of  immortal  music,  of  universal  rhythm ! 
Of  harmonies  inviolate !    Of  my  own  eternal  aspiration ! 
Flawless  I  endure.    I  have  survived  as  Joy  and  Gratitude. 
Oh  exalt  my  measures  with  thy  superb  rendering ! 
My  fearless  strains  with  thine  own  mighty  breath  1 
Breathe  forth  to  all  eternity  the  rapture  of  my  theme. 
I  survive  only  as  thine  own  immortal  song. 


THOU  MAJESTY  OF  MIND 


H  thou  majesty  of  Mind,  whose  thoughts 
Are  all  surpassing  peace,  think  of  me. 
Let  thy  irrevocable  thought  encompass  me. 
Bathe  thou  my  being  hi  thy  all  refreshing 

light. 

Turn  upon  me  thy  vast  unwavering  eternal  gaze. 
Fix  me  with  thy  pristine  innocence  of  vision. 
Penetrate  my  inmost  reticence  with  thy  fearless  under 
standing. 
Absorb  thou  my  identity  in  the  stfpreme  wonder  of  thy 

recognition. 

Embrace  me  in  thy  infallible  tenderness,  and 
Suik  me  in  thy  all  healing  completeness. 

So  shall  my  soul  return  unto  its  source: 
So  shall  I  soar,  life  crowned,  to  fresh  endeavour, 
Resplendent  in  the  majesty  of  thy  creative  imagery, 
In   the  constant   consciousness   of  that   transcendent 

beauty, 
Beyond  all  expression  of  symbols  and  sacraments. 


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Let  me  fly  on  the  wings  of  thy  intention 
To  the  goal  of  thy  immaculate  purposes  1 
Glorify  me  as  I  was  glorified  in  thy  mind 
Before  the  world  was  experienced. 
Plunge  thou  me  in  that  perfection 
Thou  dost  forever  and  eternally  behold. 
Thine  own  irrevocable  thought  am  I! 
Contemplate  me  in  thy  infinite  leisure. 
Own  me  in  thy  thought  where  only  may  I  know 
Peace  that  passeth  all  understanding. 
Acknowledge  me  in  thy  Holy  of  Holies. 
That  where  thou  art  there  I  may  be  also. 


[21] 


THOU  MAJESTY  OF  SILENCE 


|H  thou  majesty  of  Silence, — them  calm  un 
fathomable, — 
Consolation     eventual,      absolute.     Thoir 

brooding  tenderness. — 
Thou  final  poetry  of  quiescent  thought. 
Thou  givest  me  of  thy  sublime  rest,  of  supreme  profound 

refreshment, 

Wrapping  me  in  thine  own  smiling  repose, 
Thou  dost  rock  me  on  the  billows  of  thy  boundless  deep; 
As  with  a  soft  enfolding  shroud  dost  thou  cover  me 
With  a  hush  unutterable,  inviolate,  from  beyond  thy 

vaulted  skies. 

The  firmament  of  thy  immaculate  stillness  closes  over  me. 
Lo,  I  am  one  with  thy  deep  waters  and  thy  soaring 

heavens. 
Thou  givest  me  to  be,  of  myself,  at  one  time,  both  height 

and  depth, 

To  be,  of  myself,  one  sweet  ecstasy  of  conciliation, 
One  mute  epic  of  completeness,  one  all  embracing  silence,. 
One  God  filled  solitude. 


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THOU  MAJESTY  OF  LIFE 


|H   thou   majesty   of  Life,  whose  sp  arkling 

current  flows 
Through  all  my  rich  content,  my  tremulous 

surprise, 

Through  all  my  glad  believing! 
Surging,  quickening,  pulsing,  flooding  all  my  burgeon 
ing  fertility ! 
Oh  stately  riotous  river  from  the  ceaseless  springs  of 

hope, 
Flowing,  ever  flowing, — whither  bound? 

My  heart  leaps  with  the  joy  of  thy  tossing  waves, 
As  they  wash,  ever  wash  their  banks. 
Rapture  waits  on  the  revelation  of  thy  destiny! 
Through   what  ever   widening  consciousness,   through 

what  endless  being 
Shalt  thou  pour  thy  glorious  tumult 
To  the  rim  of  the  ocean  of  fulfillment? 

The  ineffable  sweetness  of  thy  purposes  fills  my  heart 

With  exquisite  impatience,  with  silencing  ecstasy. 

In  the  contemplation  of  thy  sweet  intention 

The  breath  of  my  life  abates,  my  pulses  leap  in  rapture. 

I  will  celebrate  thy  endlessness  in  my  endlessness! 

I  will  go  singing  with  thy  rhythmic  tides, 

I  will  go  dancing  on  thy  tossing  waves, 

To  the  brink  of  the  surging  sea, 

To  the  rim  of  the  ocean  of  fulfillment. 


[29] 


THOU  MAJESTY  OF  ABUNDANCE 


thou  majesty  of  Abundance,  incalculable 

comfort! 

Overwhelm  thou  all  my  puerile  compre 
hending, 

Inadequate  receptivity,  my  halting  imagery! 
Exalt  my  faltering  petitions,  my  prostrate  desires! 
Magnify  my  proportions,  human,  futile, 
My  limitations,  rigid,  pitiful, 

The  unimagination  of  my  heart,  with  comprehension 
Of  thy  boundless  increase,  of  thy  inexhaustible  substance, 
Of  thy  boundlessness. 

Lo,  I  am  dispossessed  of  my  poverty, 

Of  my  timidity,  of  my  insubstantiality. 

I  thought  to  cling  to  their  shelter, 

I  knew  not  the  splendour  of  my  equipment. 

How  shall  I  use  it  all? 

Where  shall  I  find  a  consecration  fitting  in  nobility? 


[33] 


Upon  whom  may  I  shower  my  wealth? 
How  can  I  learn  thy  spendthrift  ways? 
How  make  my  demand  measure  thy  supply? 

Oh  teach  me  thy  magnificence! 

Expand  my  petty  demands,  to  meet  thy  immeasurable 

supply, 

My  poor  desires,  to  thy  unlimited  bounty. 
My  consciousness  is  drenched  in  thy  torrent  of  plen- 

teousness, 

My  hope  bursts  its  bounds; 
My  farthest  horizon  is  drowned  in  the  flood 
Of  thy  gracious  giving. 


[85] 


THOU  MAJESTY  OF  LIGHT 


H  thou  majesty  of  Light,  thou  centre  and 
circumference  of  my  steadfast  vision, 
I  am  resigned  to  thy  flaming  supremacy. 
I  thought  to  come  before  thee  resplendent  in 

thy  vesture, 

Into  the  path  of  thy  glory  as  a  masterpiece  of  thy  coloring, 
Forever  stamped  by  thy  immortal  art,  a  consummation 

in  myself. 
But  I  perceive  with  ecstasy  that  I  am  but  the  path  of  thy 

glory. 
Thou  cooling  fire  of  purity,  thou  hast  overwhelmed  my 

resistance, 
My  gates  are  flung  wide,  my  consciousness  is  inundated. 

Oh  glory  beyond  all  understanding,  all  deserving! 
I  am  the  path  of  thy  glowing  splendour. 
Wherever  I  turn,  there  spreads  and  widens  thy  shimmer 
ing  radiance. 

Wherever  I  gaze,  there  greets  me  manifold  beauty, 
Glowing  in  the  touch  of  thy  all  transfiguring  revelation. 


[39] 


Wherever  I  would  press  forward,  there  runs  ahead  of  me 

Thy  fleet,  gracious,  shimmering  welcome. 

Oh  ineffable  sweetness  of  decree,  unescapable  consumma 
tion 

That  dost  thus  absorb  me  into  thy  blazing  self, 

And  dost  diffuse  me, with  thyself,through  all  thy  sparkling 
creation. 

Where  shall  my  gaze  rest? 

I  am  one  confusion  of  happiness,  one  flood  exultant, 

One  commingling  of  all  triumphs,  one  molten  rhapsody. 

My  gratitude  is  swept  beyond  its  depth 

By  the  overwhelming  inundation  of  joy. 


[41] 


THOU  MAJESTY  OF  LOVE 


JH  thou  majesty  of  Love,  immortal  caress, 
Soft  miracle  of  enfolding  nourishment,  of  all 

sustaining  refreshment, 
Of  all  pervading  encouragement,  of  infallible 

healing  balm. 
Miracle  of  laws  sublime,  law  of  miracles  divine 
And  altogether  lovely.    Thou  inflorescence  of  grace, 
Softening,  restoring.    Thou  excess  bloom,  lavish,  spend 
thrift, 

Thou  luxury  of  creation,  overflowing  all  thy  forms, 
Thou  prodigality  superb,  sentient,  heedless,  unreckoning, 
Thou  comest  as  the  rose  of  life,  in  glowing  beauty,  warm, 

full  blown, 

The  dew  of  morning  glistening  on  thy  matchless  cheeks, 
Bearing  ever  in  thy  breast  thy  priceless  jar  of  alabaster, 
Ready  ever,  in  thy  all  consuming  pride  of  giving, 
To  break  thy  precious  gift  for  me,  thou  prodigal  daughter, 
And  pour  its  fragrant  contents  at  my  feet. 
The  incense  of  thy  unutterable  devotion  bears  up  my  soul, 
Thy  sparkling  tears  release  my  earthbound  feet. 
I  float  on  high  wrapped  hi  the  ethereal  tenderness  of  thy 

cloudy  hair; 
In  the  caressing  mantle  of  thy  shining  hair. 


[45] 


THOU  MAJESTY  OF  BEAUTY 


thou  majesty  of  Beauty!    Thou  endless 

immaculate  conception, 
Whose  magic  contact  spreads  joy  forever. 
In  thy  touch  is  the  caress  of  immortality, 
Thou  essence  of  transfiguration! 

Exquisite  and  poignant  is  the  joy  of  expressing  thee ! 

Who  shall  sing  of  such  joy,  such  exquisite  poignance? 

Oh  vision  overwhelming  in  thyself ! 

Oh  joy  unutterable  to  cry  out  thy  wonder, 

To  seek  expression  for  thy  transcendent  sweetness, 

A  mirror  for  thy  matchless  grace! 

To  fuse  thus  with  thy  glowing  reality! 

Oh  priceless  privilege,  everlasting  undertaking! 

Oh  to  unveil  thy  blinding  nakedness! 

Prepare  my  eyes  with  glimpses  of  thy  shimmering  self, 

With  fragments  of  thy  entirety, 

Lest  I  fall  blind  and  prostrate  before  thy  ultimate  revela 
tion. 

For,  in  truth  I  do  aspire  to  gaze  upon  thee 

Face  to  face,  at  last,  forever  and  ever. 


[49] 


THOU  MAJESTY  OF  TRUTH 


thou   majesty   of  Truth,   incomparable, 

absolute! 
Unconscious  paragon  of  virgin   loveliness, 

pure,  uncompromising,  resolute! 
Oh    to    know    thee,  experience    exquisite, 
flawless! 

Intimacy,  priceless  beyond  all  desire,  all  deserts! 
Who  shall  penetrate  thy  reserve, — 
Thy  sanctity  remote,  austere? 

Thou  goest  decked  in  the  beauty  of  holiness. 

At  thy  stately  advance  all  paths  are  levelled  smooth. 

If  thou  wouldst  dip  into  the  valley 

Of  the  shadow  of  discouragement, 

Lo,  the  black  depths  rise  to  thy  majestic  confidence 

And  snowy  lilies  burst  into  waving  hosannas  of  bloom. 

If  thou  wouldst  scale  the  cold  forbidding  heights  of 
achievement, 

Lo,  the  mountains  sink  beneath  thy  unconscious  cer 
tainty, 


[53] 


And  rosy  clouds  caress  thy  feet  with  intimate  warmth 

On  the  snows  of  the  bleak  summit. 

Lo,  the  way  is  straight  and  true  for  thy  passing. 

Even  so  the  towering  waves  subside 

And  the  cavernous  troughs  are  filled 

At  thy  quiet  all  subduing  utterance — "Peace,  be  still." 

I  shall  be  still  and  know  thee. 

Until  I  know  I  shall  be  still. 

Lest  the  waves  of  my  thought  mount  in  storm, 

Lest  the  path  of  my  life  break  into  barriers  impassable, 

Let  me  be  silent  and  receive  thy  mighty  utterance, 

Let  me  be  quiet  and  know  thy  insurgence  of  power, 

Let  me  pass  over  thy  straight  and  level  paths 

Of  peace  and  confidence  sublime. 


[65] 


THOU  MAJESTY  OF  SOLITUDE 


[  H  thou  majesty  of  Solitude,  august  elimina 
tion  of  irrelevance, 
Hallowed  concentration  superlative. 
Thou  lasting  attainment,  last  attainable. 
Thou  final  triumph  of  the  searching  soul, 
Spirit,  militant,  crusading,  the  errant  self. 
Thou  arch  of  triumph  for  the  returning  soul 
Victorious,  very  self  of  very  self. 
Thou  portal  of  the  permanent,  far  Holy  of  Holies, 
Where  does  transpire  that  union,  mystical,  consummate, 
Transfiguring,  recreating  of  the  immaculate  soul  with  its 

source, 
Of  the  waiting  soul  with  its  waiting  source. 

Oh  blinding  vision,  irresistible  flashing  sign  in  the  high 

heaven  of  consciousness, 

Unforgettable  communion,  all  hallowed  sacrament, 
All  silencing  fulfillment! 

From  me  all  is  hidden  but  thy  everlasting  beauty. 
All  is  hushed  but  thy  mighty  rhapsody. 
My  ears  ring  with  thy  piercing  sweetness. 

Oh  veil  of  the  temple  rent  for  me, 

I  am  established  within  thy  permanence,  within  thy 

remote  impregnable  fastness, 
I  am  steadfast  under  thy  sentence  of  peace. 
I  am  resigned  to  thy  perfection. 
I  am  lost  in  the  supreme  memory  of  supremacy 
Behind  the  veil. 


[59] 


THOU  MAJESTY  OF  HARMONY 


I H  thou  majesty  of  Harmony,  law  of  bound 
less  freedom! 

Thou  liberation  buoyant,  complete, 
In  what  ethereal  lightness  dost  thou  ever 

bathe 
The  feet  of  thy  disciples  I 

So  thou  has  tuned  my  instrument 

That  now  I  have  practised  it  in  solitude — 

Faithfully  without  ceasing — 

I  may  play  in  thy  great  orchestra 

Of  worlds  on  worlds  without  end. 


[63] 


THOU  MAJESTY  OF  PERFECTION 


H  thou  majesty  of  Perfection,  transcendent 
inclusion ! 

All    satisfying    wholeness,    thou    seamless 
entirety 

Of  vast  synthetic  purity,  all  absorbing. 
Oh  dazzling  whiteness  beyond  the  snows, 
To  whose  immaculate  consummation 
All  colors  are  necessary  I 
I  find  myself  in  thy  supreme  splendour, 
In  thy  vivid  concentration, 
Thy  shimmering  ultimate  intensification 
Of  all  those  colors  I  have  so  loved, 
And  not  one  of  them  is  lost. 


[67] 


UNCONDITIONAL  SURRENDER 


H  thou  font  and  fulness  of  my  consecration, 

thou  triumph  voiced! 
Enunciation  unmistakable,  Deliverance  un- 

escapable ! 

I  am  heavy  with  child, — with  the  ponderous 
largo  of  my  days  and  nights, 

With  patience  and  postponement.     I  cry  for  deliverance. 
Oh  deliver  me  of  the  surging  life  that  leaps  against  my 

heart! 

Oh  speed  my  travail, — aid  thou  my  bringing  forth! 
Despair  is  not  for  me, — for  me  is  no  going  back. 
My  safety  waits  on  the  gallant  advance, — in  the  steadfast 

vision, — 
In  the  hope  of  the  world  to  come:  to  come  in  majesty,  in 

triumph. 

In  the  stern  sanctuary  of  silence 
I  will  ponder  the  beauty  of  thy  lloliness. 
I  will  prepare  in  my  heart  a  highway  for  thy  coming. 
A  welcome  noble,  stately,  humble,  of  purest  worship. 
Thou  vision  glorious,  thou  one  and  only  begotten  idea. 
Thou  full,  perfect  and  sufficient  adumbration 
Of  the  light  of  the  whole  world! 


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I  have  received  thy  immaculate  conception, — 

The  enunciation  of  thy  ringing  trsth. 

Lo!    I  have  no  choice. 

What  fulfillment  do  I  await?    What  further  knowledge 

of  perfection? 

What  fulness  that  is  not  mine  already? 
The  fulness  of  time  is  lost  in  the  fulness  of  eternity. 
What  wanton  irrelevance  can  confuse 
What  has  been  enunciated  clearly  to  my  satisfaction? 
The  weariness  of  my  o'erladen  patience  is  lost 
In  the  tirelessness  of  Eternity. 
My  patience  is  discarded,  futile,  needless. 
I  will  bring  forth  thy  image  in  thy  faithful  likeness, 
In  the  rapture  of  thanksgiving. 
In  the  sublime  confidence  of  thy  love. 


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OF  ARMS  DISCARDED 


|F  arms  I  sing  that  I  carried  needlessly, 
Of  a  sword  and  a  shield  that  I  have  thrown 
To  the  winds  of  chaos  ruthlessly. 
My  strong  sharp  sword  in  wielding  which 
My  arm  had  grown  strong  was  ambition. 

My  round  and  faithful  shield,  behind  which 

My  heart  had  grown  weak  was  patience. 

I  bore  them  to  the  last  end  of  my  endurance, 

I  can  bear  them  no  more.    Hallelujah! 

They  endured  the  fulness  of  their  time, 

They  cannot  endure  the  fulness  of  eternity. 

They  have  crashed  over  the  precipice, 

But  I  gaze  not  behind. 

I  am  free  of  their  burden. 

My  heart  is  bared  to  the  infinite  sky, 

My  hands  are  freed  to  clap  together 

In  the  abandonment  of  fierce  rapture. 

I  go  shouting  on  the  mountain  top  of  exaltation. 

I  go  leaping  in  the  freedom  of  the  mountain  air. 

Beauty  beckons  me  above  the  virgin  snows, 

Beyond  the  radiance  of  the  new  fallen  snow 

Is  the  dazzling  vision  that  beckons  me. 

Fetterless  I  pursue. 


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REFRESHMENT  ETERNAL 


my   young,    young    soul  I    Thou   youth 

triumphant! 
Thou  immortal  fairness,  dauntless,  burning, 

bright. 
Thou  pure  white  flame  of  chastity,  unex- 

tinguishable  fixed  star  of  dawn; 

Thou  pure  nude  whiteness,  forever  at  thy  morning  plunge, 
Forever  radiant  in  thy  eternal  morning, 
In  thy  early  rising,  in  thy  foreverness. 
Thou  incorruptible,  unshadowed  courage. 
Infallible  guide,  untrammeled,  all  subduing  impulse, 
Fetterless,  free,  inviolate!    Whither  shall  we  wander? 
With  my  hand  in  thy  glowing  clasp,  fearless  in  thy  living 

strength, 

I  may  not  look  behind. 
For  thee  is  no  absolution,  thou  who  hast  never  known 

fatigue,  only  achievement. 
Who  hast  nought  to  regret;  who  hast  nought  to  forget, 

all  to  remember. 

The  future  sparkles  in  thy  steadfast  expectancy. 
All  paths  are  lighted,  all  doors  open  before  thy   gallant 

vision. 
Eternity  basks  a  calm  and  sunlit  sea  at  thy  serene 

approach. 

Thou  goest  walking  on  the  shining  waters. 
In  thy  tirelessness  I  am  exalted  to  keep  pace  .with  .thee, 
To  keep  peace  with  thee  in  eternal  refreshment. 


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JOY  AND  FINALITY 


|H  who  will  help  me  bear  my  happiness? 
I  cannot  bear  it  alone.    Who  can  embrace 

my  joy?  •*• 

In  sorrow  there  were  many  to  watch  with  me, 
But  who  will  bear  with  me  transported 
beyond  all  bounds, 
Transfigured  past  all  recognition, 
By  joy  unbearable  alone,  unendurable  unshared? 
Who  can  recognize  me  thus  transfigured? 
Oh  high  God,  desert  me  not 
In  my  laboring  sea  of  gladness, 
Tossed  high  in  ecstasy  by  the  fierce  waves  of  rapture  I 

Out  of  the  deep  have  I  called  unto  thee, — Lord,  Lord, 

hear  my  voice! 
Hear  the  echoes  ringing,  peal  on  peal,  of  my  tumultuous 

joy  I 
Thy  rapt  creation  rings  with  my  singing  and  the  echoes 

of  my  song, 


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Hear  thou  my  voice  from  out  the  deep  of  thy  echoing 

creation. 

Realize  me  as  eternal  praise,  unquenchable  joy, — 
As  burning  gratitude,  consuming  love! 

Identify  thou  my  solitary  aspiration,  riding  the  waves  of 

living  melody 

That  ever  break  in  starry  spray. 
I  give  myself  up  only  as  gratitude  and  joy. 
Never  shall  I  be  less  magnificent. 

Eternity  breaks  about  me.     Lo,  thou  hast  set  thy  seal 
Upon  my  offering. 


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